WHAT YOU CAUSED.

I hesitated before stepping inside but the moment I did, my eyes widened.

The room was beautiful. Way too beautiful. A huge bed sat in the middle, surrounded by expensive-looking furniture and massive glass windows overlooking the city.

I turned around and Kaelen was still standing by the door…then he closed it and my heart dropped. Kaelen bent to take off his shoes and looked at me.

“What?”

“What exactly are you planning to do to me?” He rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Nothing.”

“Then why am I here?”

He walked past me, dropped his bag on the couch and pulled out two bottles of water.

“Because we need to talk.” I frowned, my eyes wide.

“About what?” He looked at me.

“That bullshit you did in my room.” then I remembered. The room.

“Fuck.” He stood and walked closer but I backed off. 

“What's wrong with you?” He kept coming close. “Do I irritate you that much?”

“No you don't. The truth is…” I peed myself a little. But I can't tell him that or I might as well kill myself. So I lied. He looked impatient as I gathered my thoughts.

“The truth is what?”

“I need to shower, I'm sweaty.”

“But we just left home—” and before he could finish his sentence, I ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

“Fuck!” I pulled my pants down. “I can't believe I peed!” Kaelen knocked.

“You good?”

“Yeah!” I yelled out but I wasn't. I was terrified and shaken. If I take off my clothes and shower, I'd have nothing to wear. This is a perfectly planned trap and I fell right into it.

“Shit!” I stripped naked and stepped into the shower. I kept repeating to myself.

“Don't think about it. Don't think about it.” He might not want to try anything…maybe just a talk. He's not evil…I think.

****

I was in there for what seemed like hours. Kaelen did knock after the first time and I hung my pants hoping the heat from the shower would somehow make it dry. But it didn't.

When I stepped out, the room was dark.

“Yes.” I whispered as I tiptoed in my underwear. Maybe he's asleep.

When I shook the doorknob, it was locked. I wanted to scream. Yell or just use my head as a hammer and break through but that's not very reasonable…or plausible. So I searched for the key in the dark.

After minutes of searching, Kaelen turned on the lights. He was laying in just pants and nothing else. He squeezed his brows.

“Welcome back, Leo.” He looked to the bathroom door then back at me. “That was quite a shower.”

I laughed nervously, trying to downplay it all.

“Yeah…”

“Now.” He spread his legs, his hands resting on his thighs. “You really hate me, huh?” I stared confused.

“What? No…”

“But the thought of getting fucked by me…” his eyes moved from my feet to head. “Irritated you?”

“I didn't say that.” That was when he lost it. He raised his voice.

“Then what?!” He slapped his hands on the desk. “What did you say?!” I exhaled, trying to calm him down.

“Kaelen…”

“No! You came, we had a moment we never wished to end and you woke up and hit me?!”

“I'm sorry…”

“No you're not! You're not gay, right?!”

“Kaelen…”

“SHUT UP!”

Then we both stood there in silence. My heart pounded so loud I just knew he was listening. He stood and walked up to me. His eyes were red and glossy. He spoke, barely above a whisper.

“You used me to satisfy yourself.”

“I didn't—” the bus hands wrapped around my neck, making my mouth water. I couldn't think. “Kaelen…please…”

“No, Leo.” He raised up my singlet. “You weren't very nice when I was.” 

Before his mouth touched my chest, he played around, just squeezing, pinching and everything else but sucking. My legs trembled. I opened my mouth to speak but a moan escaped. He laughed as he saw the bulge in my pants.

“You said you weren't gay…but see.” I turned away in embarrassment as he put his tongue on my chest. 

“Ugh…Kaelen…”

“Shh…enjoy the moment.” he sucked on my nipples while his hand caressed my underwear. It seemed like he didn't want to touch it directly. I struggled to get my wording.

“Why…why don't you just bring it out?”  He bit down, making me moan even louder.

“Because you'd enjoy it.”

“But…” he released me and handed me the keys.

“You can go since you badly wanted to leave.” He patted my shoulder. “Give it to the receptionist downstairs. I have mine.”

He turned to walk away when I held his hand.

“Wait…I'm sorry.” he turned back, looking down on me.

“I know. But…I'm not Gay.” He turned back and walked off, “lock the door on your way out.” but I didn't leave. I couldn't. He can't just use me and get away with it. I spoke, my voice trembling.

“No.” He turned back.

“What?” I squeezed my hands in a ball.

“Fuck no! Leave?! Why?!” He laughed although nothing was funny.

“Leo. You said you're straight, yes?”

“Yes!”

“Then get the fuck out while I'm still being nice.” and that's when everything became clear. He laid down on the bed and watched me, like he was waiting for something else.

“Leo.” I looked up.

“Hmm?”

“I became gay because of you. He slowly took off his belt. “I couldn't explain what I felt so I kept going with the flow.” He slid off his pants, exposing the bulge seated in his pants too.

“And you,” he pointed to it. “You caused this.”

I felt so bad I could choke. I felt some way about him too, like hate and anger…was that what made me gay? My mind raced as he slowly took off his underwear.

“Leo.”

“Yeah…?”

“I need to take care of this.” His hand slowly played around his tip. “You either leave, or watch me do it”